I've Grown Accutomed To His Face
I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
he whistles night and noon
His smiles, his frowns
his ups, his downs
are second-natured to me now
like breathing out and breathing in
I was surreally independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again, and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks
accustomed to his voice
accustomed to his face
I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear him say
good morning every day
His joys, his woes
his highs, his lows
are second-natured to me now
like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful he's a man and so easy to forget
rather like a habit one can always break, and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
of something in the air
accustomed to his face
to his face
to his face
Me he Acostumbrado a su Rostro
Me he acostumbrado a su rostro
Casi hace que el día comience
Me he acostumbrado a la melodía
que silba noche y día
Sus sonrisas, sus ceños
sus altibajos
son como segunda naturaleza para mí ahora
como respirar hacia afuera y hacia adentro
Yo era surrealmente independiente y contenta antes de conocernos
Seguramente podría volver a ser así siempre, y sin embargo
Me he acostumbrado a su aspecto
acostumbrada a su voz
acostumbrada a su rostro
Me he acostumbrado a su rostro
Casi hace que el día comience
Me he acostumbrado a escucharlo decir
buenos días todos los días
Sus alegrías, sus penas
sus altos, sus bajos
son como segunda naturaleza para mí ahora
como respirar hacia afuera y hacia adentro
Estoy muy agradecida de que sea un hombre y tan fácil de olvidar
más bien como un hábito que siempre se puede romper, y sin embargo
Me he acostumbrado al rastro
de algo en el aire
acostumbrada a su rostro
a su rostro
a su rostro